International, Travel, Vancouver

Wherever your casual eyes are cast!

I don’t know how far those mountains are from where we stay, but they are ‘distracters’. You try to concentrate on what you read or write but you are tempted to have a look at them now and then. Does one of them look like a sleeping dame or an old guy relaxing on an easy chair? One is reminded of a couple of lines from a good old poem, “Wherever your casual eyes are cast…”

Below these mountains [Burnaby] are trees of various forms and several buildings. The other day we happened to visit an enchanting lake but not before missing the actual route to our destination.

Anyway, all our temporary hiccups withered into oblivion as soon as we reached the spot…the beautiful lake and the surrounding mountains. “Are you guys the self-same chaps who distract me most of the days?” I asked those mountains and the answer was “yeah…not exactly”. Sorry. I am disturbed by these mountains as I write this.

Author: P U Krishnan

First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first.

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